Quotes About Tedium

I'm getting tired of answering the same questions every day.

It's easy to get tired of religious fundamentalists. They're such a bore. They have no sense of mystery. It's a drag, man.

It gets tiring, doing the same thing everyday.

There ain't much to be said about walking across Kekropia aside from the boredom of it.

Everybody in my world knew that regular work was only another name for being robbed and dying of boredom.

Parenthood is shit, snot, slime, fear, tears, spit, and spills. It's as intense as combat, which is to say hours of tedium relieved by moments of alarm and flashes of joy to remind you that you're alive. It is intensely practical and profoundly square, even if you're not. It's feeding, wiping, and picking up.

Like so many other nerdy, disaffected young people of that time, I dreamed of becoming an 'artist', i.e., somebody whose adult job was original and creative instead of tedious and dronelike.

How slow and still the time did drag along.

I abhor the dull routine of existence.

SSDD Same Shit Different Day

There's an idea that hell is other people. My idea is that it might be repetition.

The morning dragged and lasted two years.

The morning sagged and decided to last for several years. I couldn't remember the last time minutes and hours stretched so interminably.

What they did not know was that she chafed at the never-endingness of it. No sooner had she cleaned one surface than it was dirty again.

historia que ha ardido algunos meses y se ha hundido en el tedio mezquino de una región de la que sueñan con huir pero que no abandonarán nunca.

I am convinced that boredom is one of the greatest tortures. If I were to imagine Hell, it would be the place where you were continually bored.

Bored with the same type of misery over and over and over again.

Perhaps there is no agony worse than the tedium I experienced waiting for Something to Happen.

It's the boredom that kills you. You read until you're tired of that. You do crossword puzzles until you're tired of that. This is torture. This is mental torture.

Besides, life had become confoundedly dull of late. The Season had lost its charms after so many years of sameness.

No one who does not live with constant pain can imagine the toll it takes. The way it grinds you down. The sheer damnable tedium of it.

Her old high school was a fine high school, if you liked high school. It wasn't bad or evil. It was just like it was supposed to be - miles of linoleum and humming lights, the warm funk of cafeteria stink too early in the morning, the flashes of inspiration that were quickly quashed by long stretches of tedium, and the perpetual desire to be somewhere else.

Bored with the same type of misery over and over and over again.

Boredom is a bit of a bore, to say the least.